Last night I dreamed about bombs
beginning to fall, and braced for
the impending explosions,
but woke up before the bombs fell.
Though a dream, the feeling was
as real as if I were in a country
where bombs were always
about to fall.
I woke up relieved the falling bombs
were only a dream, and wondered
what that dream was really about
or what I’d seen or read about
during the day that might have
manifested in that dream.
Now I’m imagining how horrifying it
must be to live, or have lived, in a country
where bombs are always about to fall.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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